# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
I | Eternal Power,!whose high abode | | | | | | | |
II | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
III | My soul, arise in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
IV | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
V | Thy names, how infinite they be | | | | | | | |
VI | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
VII | Father, I stretch mine hands to thee | | | | | | | |
VIII | God with us! O glorious name | | | | | | | |
IX | Mighty Lord, while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
X | Infinite Excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
XI | Mortals awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
XII | Jesus, my love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
XIII | Jesus, commission'd from above | | | | | | | |
XIV | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
XV | Now let my soul to Jesus raise | | | | | | | |
XVI | And is the gospel peace and love | | | | | | | |
XVII | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Jesus, immutably the same | | | | | | | |
XIX | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
XX | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
XXI | Rock of ages, shelter me | | | | | | | |
XXII | Saviour divine, we know thy name | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Jesus, the spring of joys divine | | | | | | | |
XXIV | When at this distance, Lord, we trace | | | | | | | |
XXV | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Flow fast, my tears; the cause is great | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
XXIX | When I the holy grave survey | | | | | | | |
XXX | Ye humble souls. that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing | | | | | | | |
XXXV | A good High-Priest is come | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Come, ye that love the Savioor's name | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | There is no path to heavenly bliss | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | Far, far beyond these lower skies | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
XL | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue | | | | | | | |
XLI | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
XLII | Descend Holy Spirit, the Dove | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Eternal Spirit, Source of light | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Come Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire | | | | | | | |
XLV | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
XLVI | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
XLVII | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | Blest Spir't of truth, eternal God | | | | | | | |
XLIX | Come Holy Ghost, inspire my song | | | | | | | |
L | Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord! | | | | | | | |
LI | Father of glory, to thy name | | | | | | | |
LII | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
LIII | Let avarice from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
LIV | When first the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
LV | Enslav'd by sin and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
LVI | Plunged in a gulph of dark despair | | | | | | | |
LVII | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
LVIII | What wisdom, majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
LIX | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
LX | 'Tis finish'd, so the Saviour cry'd | | | | | | | |
LXI | O thou who didst thy glory leave | | | | | | | |
LXII | With melting heart and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
LXIII | My sorrows like a flood | | | | | | | |
LXIV | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
LXV | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
LXVI | When with my mind divinely pressed | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Wherewith O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | O for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
LXIX | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
LXX | Lord, hear a burden'd sinner mourn | | | | | | | |
LXXI | When shall my frozen heart revive | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | My Saviour, let me hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | To God, my Saviour and my King | | | | | | | |
LXXV | And will the eternal King | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | Dear Saviour, make me wise to see | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | Compar'd with Christ, in all beside | | | | | | | |
LXXX | In Christ my treasure's all contain'd | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | Awake my soul in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | Dear Savior we are thine | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | My rising soul, with strong desires | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | Our heavenly Father calls | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | Hail, sove'eign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
XC | Almighty Maker, God! | | | | | | | |
XCI | See, Lord, thy willing subjects bow | | | | | | | |
XCII | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
XCIII | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
XCIV | Again, indulgent Lord, I come | | | | | | | |
XCV | I want not India's pearly shore | | | | | | | |
XCVI | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
XCVII | Now in a song of grateful praise | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
XCIX | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
C | Behold a sinner, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |